Faced with such an unfairly adorable direct appeal, Annabell’s defenses crumbled in an instant.
“Honestly… I can’t do anything with you.”
Annabell let out an extremely helpless yet doting sigh.
Her hands, which had been frozen midair, finally descended slowly, wrapping around Charlotte’s slender, supple waist.
Sensing Annabell’s response, a triumphant smile curled at the corner of Charlotte’s lips.
She pushed her luck, pressing her body even closer, her soft form seemingly boneless as she surrendered all her weight entirely into this embrace that gave her absolute security.
In the quiet room, only the interweaving sounds of their breathing and the faint rustle of fabric remained.
Annabell’s long fingers unconsciously traced the curve of Charlotte’s spine, causing the girl in her arms to let out an extremely faint, saccharine whimper.
Her fingertips picked up a strand of golden hair. Annabell lowered her gaze—those usually cold heterochromatic eyes now brimming with tenderness threatening to overflow.
“Anna…” Charlotte nuzzled into the crook of her neck, half-lidded eyes resembling a cat being pampered by its master.
“Hm?”
“Even at this moment, I’m still afraid that one day I’ll wake up and you won’t want me anymore.”
Hearing the girl’s anxious whisper, Annabell’s arms around her waist instinctively tightened. She turned her head, her thin lips pressing naturally against Charlotte’s temple:
“Stop overthinking. Since I’ve set my heart on you, even if the Dean—even if my own mother—opposes it, no one will take you from my side. Besides…”
Annabell pouted with tsundere pride, but her crimson-red ears betrayed her. “You’re so clingy and cry so easily. Who else could put up with you besides me?”
“Hehe…”
Charlotte laughed.
She lifted her head, and in the soft lamplight, she clearly saw her own reflection in those heterochromatic eyes. Then, tilting up her slender swan-like neck, she closed her eyes and pressed her rosy lips without hesitation onto Annabell’s.
This was no longer a tentative probe, but a kiss as sweet and lingering as orange sugar frosting.
Within that cloyingly sweet kiss, Annabell, who had simply allowed Charlotte to take the lead, slowly felt her gaze shift.
The pride and possessiveness woven into her very bones refused to let her remain passive at this moment.
Annabell’s arms around Charlotte’s waist suddenly tightened. With a slight shift of force, she pulled the girl straddling her lap even closer.
She tilted her head slightly and deepened the kiss, seizing control.
Her lips were gently yet domineeringly pried open, carrying a scent uniquely Annabell’s.
Charlotte clearly hadn’t expected Annabell to turn so assertive so suddenly. She let out an extremely faint whimper, her hands that had been wrapped around Annabell’s neck weakly clutching at a corner of the other’s robe.
In the silent guest room, only the blush-inducing sounds of breathy gasps could be heard.
Finally, the kiss ended, and the two pulled slightly apart.
Silver locks and golden strands had become tangled and scattered together in their embrace.
Charlotte’s face was so red it seemed ready to drip blood. Her glistening emerald eyes looked hazily at Annabell, who was mere inches away, panting in short, soft breaths.
Within this extremely intimate contact, Charlotte’s not-so-still slight squirming made the already paper-thin fabric utterly incapable of blocking the startling heat transmitted through skin-on-skin contact.
Annabell’s breathing involuntarily grew ragged.
Her long fingers moved uncontrollably, slipping past the wide hem of Charlotte’s nightgown.
When the slightly cool fingertips touched the girl’s silky, warm skin, Charlotte shuddered as if struck by lightning. She instinctively tried to shrink back, but Annabell’s other hand firmly supported the small of her back.
Hot.
“Just now… weren’t you being pretty bold?”
Annabell’s voice was startlingly husky. Those usually cold heterochromatic eyes were now churning with a scorching heat that threatened to burn all reason to ash.
“I… I’m not scared…”
Charlotte bit her moist lower lip. Even as her voice trembled, the longing in her eyes seemed ready to spill over.
To prove her courage, she took the initiative to slip the thin straps off her pure white lace nightgown.
The lightweight fabric slid down her rounded, snow-white shoulders, pooling at her waist.
Then, leaning down, she untied the sash of Annabell’s deep blue silk robe.
As silk and lace scattered simultaneously across the soft bed, the last barrier was cast away completely.
Annabell held back no longer. With a clean, swift turn, she pinned her little sweet wife, who had been straddling her lap, directly onto the plush velvet mattress.
Silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, sealing off their intertwined figures from the candlelight beyond.
Fine, scorching kisses rained down upon Charlotte’s earlobes, her long swan neck, and her exquisitely delicate collarbones.
Charlotte’s voice was shattered into fragments.
Within this intoxicating atmosphere, the “twin contract” mark on both their wrists suddenly blazed with a dazzling pink light.
Through the resonance of magic, their senses seemed to fuse into one in that moment.
Annabell could clearly feel Charlotte’s heartbeat, as well as the fine beads of sweat seeping from her skin.
And Charlotte, in turn, felt Annabell’s inner craving and ultimate tenderness.
No more words were needed.
Long, slender legs intertwined seamlessly with another pair of soft, fair legs, wrapping together.
In this deeply private space, soft and warm bodies pressed against each other, exchanging body heat without reservation.
Each intimate rub and caress seemed to want to knead the other into their very flesh and soul.
The magical elements in the room grew slightly disturbed by their union. Overwhelming affection transformed into ragged gasps and uncontrollable, sweet sobs.
The endlessly surging friction and trembling finally plunged the two girls, who had long been lingering at the edge of hesitation, completely into a vortex of heat belonging only to each other.
“I can’t… Charlotte… I can’t anymore…”
“We’re just getting started, my Anna. The night is still long!”
Charlotte’s eyes were seductively hazy, a triumphant, coquettish smile on her face. She even licked her lips.
Annabell, however, was having trouble keeping up: “You little succubus…”
Charlotte pouted playfully: “I became like this because of you! You have to take responsibility, Anna!”
Just as Annabell was about to retort, her lips were sealed by Charlotte’s once more. This time, the assault seemed even more fierce…
Just what kind of girl did I get myself involved with?!